We were 30 miles from our East Bay home in Rock City, a maze of towering oddly shaped boulders. Some rose overhead, looming like fortresses. Others sprouted like oversized puffball mushrooms, almost too perfectly round and artfully positioned to be real. Still others were pockmarked with mysterious “wind caves,” big enough to crawl inside and sit perched on the face of an ancient rock wall.
We’d awakened early on Saturday morning and, with no plans for the Labor Day weekend, decided on a whim to head to Mount Diablo State Park. It was somewhere we’d never ventured, and the pictures I’d seen — people tucked into its crevices, kids climbing knobby inclines and faces, shapes and words carved into unusual rocks — had been tempting me for months. In some shots, it almost looked like Joshua Tree.
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